An,
apple I ate.
From,
this tree such,
was given to me.
Such,
was gifted to,
this mouth,
which salivates.
This,
stomach,
which aches.
Oh,
how this apple,
became my everything.
The,
sweetness of the juice,
alters the spine.
This,
slight hint of bitterness,
seems as if wine,
tethered to divine.
Be I,
forever inspired.
Forever,
inspired by the sound,
of each bite.
Oh,
be such,
tethered to natural delight.
For,
home I feel.
Welcomed,
I truly am.
Thankful,
for this time,
which seeks to constantly begin.
Oh,
to taste.
Oh,
the look which stay steady upon,
thine face.
Oh,
this apple.
May such,
forever be,
my everything...
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